Chantria “Happy eighteenth birthday!” everyone greeted us as bottles of Champagne popped together with party poppers and other noisy kinds of stuff. It was like celebrating the new year, not our birthday. I don't even know why we have to do this in the first place.Raising my wine of glass, I cheer with them. I am not really into wines or any type of alcohol, so does Carleigh, who is sitting beside me, looking so bored. But since this is the day when we turn legal, we let ourselves drink. There is nothing wrong with drinking now. Well, Chanel is already drinking even before she turns eighteen, so I don't really see the point.She is already drinking her fourth one compared to the two of us, who are drinking our first glass. Or is it her fifth? Maybe seventh. I lost count.I grimace when the wine hits my taste bud. It smells like a strawberry, but it definitely does not taste like one. It is like a sock soaked in vinegar, and I am not even kidding. I am surprised I did not vomit. I wo
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